Lyrics

Yeah (Calio!) Yeah Google, Google (what?) Said I look like Doogal Yeah, I make that money But I still be livin' frugal (chi-ching) She pretty like a poodle Wet like a noodle Icing on these bitches, make 'em look like toaster strudel (yeah) (Let's go!) Yeah, I'm cool as fuck I've been at the 'frigerator (aye) Ice around my neck, lookin' like a figure skater (okay) No, I ain't Magellan, but I'm still a navigator (huh) Climbing to new heights, yeah I scale it like a gator (yeah, aye) Quirked-up white boy Little bit of swag Walked into Versace And I came out with the bag First time on the mic Yeah, you know we make a hit Popped up into Gucci and I "Maid" Out with the Fit (yeah, okay) (Yuh) Popped up into Gucci and I "Maid" Out with the Fit (what?) (Ayy, yah) Popped up into Gucci and I "Maid" Out with the Fit (aye) L-l-look like a square Bitch, I don't play games (what?) Cooler than the ocean but I still be spittin' flames (splash) 15 kills up on the board You know I'm takin' names (oof) Vision 20-20 like a window with no frames (aye, what?) Lighting like McQueen but I'm wanted like a Mater (kachow!) Your girl is a cutie but you'll never see me date her (no way!) No, I ain't got beef, but I serve up like a cater Speedrun on these hoes Can't keep up? See you later (sheesh) Quirked-up white boy Little bit of swag (swag) Walked into Versace And I came out with the bag (hey!) First time on the mic Yeah, you know we make a hit (ayy) Popped up into Gucci and I "Maid" Out with the Fit (aye, yuh) (Popped up into Gucci and I "Maid" Out with the Fit) (Popped up into Gucci and I "Maid" Out with the Fit) (Yuh) Popped up into Gucci and I "Maid" Out with the Fit (what?) (Ayy, yah) Popped up into Gucci and I "Maid" Out with the Fit (aye) (Popped up into Gucci and I "Maid" Out with the Fit)
Writer(s): Callan Searcy, Tyler Collins Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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